Post by Vio on Sept 24, 2023 6:10:57 GMT -5
Scarlette #6 — Callisto #5
“I’m Quinn,” he shrugged, giving an explanation that at first seemed dubious to the admittedly paranoid and overly conscientious Callie. Had such words come from another human, she would have sooner made a run for the shadows and isolation once more, but this was an anomaly. The experience was uncanny. Different in a way she had not yet had the privilege of in this forsaken country.
“Are you alright, darling? Are you hurt…?” The Fishwoman’s instincts prickled at the apparent compassion, a jaded mind almost incapable of taking anything comparable to a compliment or sign of empathy without immediately fearing the worst or hearing the sizzle of venom concealed in the spaces between breaths. Yet Quinn, whoever he was, did not intrude upon her space any further, offering a handkerchief towards the dirtied girl as if respecting personal boundaries. A step up from her usual treatments that incomprehensibly cracked the internal ice.
“C– Calli–,” she stammered, cautiously accepting the cloth offered. “Mmph… It’s Callisto,” the woman answered cautiously, gently wiping the mud from her face and dusting off her clothes with only a mild degree of care for her appearance. This whole situation was unsettling, yet for some reason Miss Blood just could not find it in herself to turn tail and run, perhaps out of respect for someone of her own kind being the one to offer a helping hand in times of need. But even that, that didn’t make the situation comfortable; it wasn’t just humans who had a cruel streak.“Why are you here?” she asked:
“Our kind… we don’t belong here…”—— THE MERCY BOUQUET ——
Slap! “Huh…?” Voorhees blinked. For all the force he’d placed into a single punch, backed by strength and weight, the whole attack had fallen short of the mark. A single palm had raised and caught the blow, Tally’s flexible limbs functioning—whether intentionally or not—as a sort of spring to absorb and diminish the impact. A normal man would have been sent flying by such a punch, but in a simple block the Octopus Gyojin had demonstrated a level of mastery that the man could only respond to in one way.
“Ooooh~!” Eyes alight like stars as he relaxed into a standing position, he clapped rapidly like an excited schoolgirl in awe of the woman’s actions. There was as much power placed into her block as there was into his blow, but the results were easily in her favour—the point where skill outweighed brute force. Tally’s read on both of them was accurate, and Voorhees listened intently to her explanation of form and flow. Such principles were the secret to advancement, obvious in theory, but much harder to comprehend in practice.
That’s what their teacher was for.
“Can you explain ‘intent’?” Gobbie asked. To Voorhees, the question itself had an obvious answer, but it was a feeling rather than something he could place into words. He’d never been good with words. People were good with words. The warden, Carter. Lecter and Sweeney. More recently, Bateman and Torrance. They were good with words. He remembered a time back on that abysmal island, back when his fists were about the only thing he could use to express himself. Carter. That man had taken a punch to the gut and smiled through it, gone to fetch something, and then returned with paper and crayons. Voorhees had regretted that punch. Tally’s words reminded him of that. Carter was strong enough to force change, but gentle enough to work alongside.“Nuh-uh,” he replied:
“I… Got it! …Show?”—— MEANWHILE ——
“Hmmm,” pondered a woman, elegantly dressed in business attire with hair done into a tight bun held in place by stained glass pins whose azure sheen complimented her garb. She held a tape measure together in one hand, studying it intensely as she compared it to the waist of one Grimm-Rosa Scarlette. “Good! Nice and easy measurements to work with, honey,” she said, flicking the tape measure back around the scarred woman’s waist in a singular motion and masterfully catching the end, reeling the tape back into a neat wheel with just one hand as the other jotted down the recordings. “Those rails over there should cover you,” she gestured, “and anything you fancy that’s a bit too loose, we can easily take in at the waist for you!”
“Thank you, ma’am~!” Sweeney chirped, eager as always as she took Scarlette by the hand and practically dragged her over to the highlighted section. So far, the ‘Red Terror’ was a little confused by the whole ordeal of having every measurement taken for the sake of something fitting. Usually she had a knack for picking outfits that fit perfectly, an instinctive habit of her mother’s that she had picked long ago and that had somehow evolved as her body had.“So, what do you think?” the hairdresser asked:
“Anything that strikes you…? Ooh! Maybe this?”“Uhhh… Too colourful…”
“Then how about this…?”
“Bit bright…”
“This?”
“Not my style…”{Post Synopsis:—}
A cowering Callisto confronts her rescuer. Voorhees excitedly demonstrates his understanding of Fishman Karate. Sweeney tries to convince the girls to go clothes shopping. And Loomis cautiously observes the chaotic duo!
Notes:
• Group A (Provisions) — Bateman, Sawyer, Cujo, and Kramer.
• Group B (The Boys) — Lecter, Torrance, Krueger, Myers, and Chucky.
• Group C (The Girls) — Scarlette, Sweeney, and Sadako.
• Group D (“Acquisitions”) — Lilin, Ophelia, and Loomis (by proxy).
• Group E (Mercy Bouquet) — Tally, Gobbie, and Voorhees.
• Group F (Quinn) — Quinn!
Crew Page: Big Sis Pirates
Grimm-Rosa Scarlette | #960018
Blood Callisto | #3aa8c1
Quinn Bathory | #7fffd4
Lilith Lilin | #f0b333
Tally | #3656b0
Ophelia [NPC] | #ff72d7
Gobbie Bathory [NPC] | #afeeee
Hannibal Lecter [NPC] | #87a96b
John Kramer [NPC] | #80461b
Jack Torrance [NPC] | #87d3f8
Yamamura Sadako [NPC] | #9370db
Todd Sweeney [NPC] | #c54b8c
Michael Myers [NPC] | #1b1b1b
Jason Voorhees [NPC] | #0070bb
Billy Loomis [NPC] | #696969
Freddy Krueger [NPC] | #b8860b
Charles Ray [NPC] | #43b3ae
Patrick Bateman [NPC] | #dc143c
Bubba Sawyer [NPC] | #fffacd
Cujo [NPC] | #d2691e